On the other hand, as the drink-blood walker rushed into the city and towards the reserve area, the news spread like wildfire. Videos of the approaching bloody walker were captured by people on their cell phones and quickly shared across social media. Vampires in the facility received the footage and rushed to inform Deborah. It was Sophia, her secretary, who entered her office and showed her the video of the massive crowd of night walkers, along with the news that the military had withdrawn from Mainland, near Uptown, retreating to the government reserve area and headquarters. This meant the vampires were now left to fend for themselves. Deborah's face tightened with anger. She stepped out of her office and summoned the vampires, addressing them with a commanding voice: It's time to fight for our existence, for our territory. We will not give in to these blood-sucking monsters! She called for all vampires capable of combat to step forward, and as they prepared for battle, the tension in the air thickened. Soon, armed and ready, the vampires gathered in the streets, waiting. Before long, they heard the ominous roar of the approaching night workers, their bloodthirsty cries echoing through the streets. The clash between the two forces was inevitable, and as the night walkers charged, the vampires braced themselves. The battle began with a brutal intensity—both sides fighting mercilessly, bodies falling left and right. Though Deborah and her vampire pack fought valiantly, the sheer number of drink-blood walkers was overwhelming. Before that time, a new terrifying force had emerged, known as the Knight Warriors. First, they went to the mayor, introducing themselves and explaining their mission to restore law and order. The mayor, seeing their potential, approved their actions, offering full support if they could help reclaim the city from the chaos. Suddenly, a new force entered the fray—the knight warriors, a terrifying group of superhumans. Their black armor gleamed in the dim light, resembling a deadly team of ninjas, equipped with swords and supernatural abilities. They moved at lightning speed, matching the agility of the vampires. The knight warriors had arrived in trucks, power bikes, and military vehicles, and they wasted no time, leaping into action and cutting down scores of drink blood walkers, with ease. Deborah stood back, watching in shock as these new opponents effortlessly decimated the drink-blood walkers. The tide of battle shifted instantly. But soon, the knight warriors turned their attention to the vampires."Wait!" Deborah called out, stepping forward cautiously calling out," Wait! Please. We are not your enemy. We fought these walkers before you arrived. One of the Knight Warriors, his voice muffled but sharp beneath his helmet, shot back coldly," And who are you to decide who our enemies are? Deborah felt a chill run down her spine. She sensed the impending danger.
A wave of tension swept over the vampires as the Knight Warriors shifted, their swords gleaming with lethal precision. Deborah knew in an instant that she had miscalculated. Her command was swift, "Stand down." But the damage was done—her gut told her the fight was inevitable. Without warning, the attack came. Several Knight Warriors lunged, their armored forms blurring with supernatural speed. Despite her experience, Deborah's blows had no effect on their impenetrable suits. One by one, her fighters fell, overwhelmed by the sheer power and ruthlessness of the warriors. Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, Deborah signaled her remaining fighters. In an instant, they melted into the shadows, disappearing into the night. The Knight Warriors made no move to chase them. Instead, they storm the vampire facility with precision and ruthlessness. They moved silently and efficiently, clearing each room with deadly accuracy, leaving no trace of life. The few remaining vampires who had been too slow or too defiant met their end in brutal fashion—fangs and claws no match for the enhanced armor and weapons of these new warriors. Inside the central hall, blood splattered the marble floors as the last of the vampires were slaughtered. The Knight Warriors paused, their leader—a tall figure with a mask obscuring his face—surveying the carnage. His voice cut through the eerie silence like a blade. Secure the area, he commanded. His team responded without hesitation, moving swiftly to ensure every corner of the facility was cleared. A moment later, a second-in-command approached, nodding toward the hall's entrance. "Press is outside, sir." The leader turned and gave a short, approving nod. Good. Time to deliver the message. The Knight Warriors exited the building and, to the awaiting media, began their declaration. The leader stood tall, facing the cameras as reporters jostled for position. This facility is now under our control, he began, his voice cold and firm. The vampire threat has been neutralized, and we will continue to hunt down any remaining threats to the safety of this nation. The government houses, the mainland, and all surrounding areas are now secure. But make no mistake—this is only the beginning, one of the Knight Warriors declared, standing before the gathered media. His voice was cold, unyielding, and the crowd watching on their screens could feel the tension. We have secured the mainland, the government reserve area, and the government house. Uptown and Hollow Creek are next, he continued, his eyes scanning the room as cameras flashed. Our mission is clear. No monsters will be left standing. This war is against every down worlder, vampire, and creature that defies the laws of humanity. As the Knight Warrior spoke, the audience reeled in shock. The news spread fast, dominating headlines and social media platforms. People debated fiercely, some praising the Knights for their ruthless efficiency in restoring order, while others questioned their brutal methods. Were the vampires truly monsters, or were they just fighting for survival like everyone else? Meanwhile, in the shadows, Deborah and her remaining vampires regroup. They had fled deep into the dark corners of Uptown, hiding among abandoned buildings and secret underground tunnels. Deborah, pacing back and forth, her mind raced with thoughts of the carnage she had just witnessed. They're unlike anything we've ever faced, she murmured to herself. Her trusted second-in-command, Marcus, stood nearby, nursing a fresh wound from the battle. His expression was grim. They wiped out entire packs in minutes, Marcus said, his voice heavy with anger. "We can't go head-to-head with them." Deborah stopped pacing and turned to face him. "No, we can't," she agreed. Not yet. But we won't let them wipe us out without a fight. We'll need to regroup, find allies. There are still other factions in Uptown who won't want the Knights running the show. Marcus frowned. And what about humans? They're rallying behind these Knights. They'll see us as the enemy. Deborah's eyes narrowed, a spark of determination lighting in them. Then we make sure they know we're not the real threat. If the humans think these Knight Warriors are their saviors, they'll learn soon enough how much blood they're willing to spill. We have to survive long enough for the tide to turn, she said.
As she spoke, plans began forming in her mind. The war had only just begun, but Deborah knew they had to play smarter, not harder. The Knights may have the upper hand now, but she wouldn't let them claim victory so easily. We're going underground, Deborah announced to Marcus and the few remaining loyal vampires. We'll strike when the time is right. And when we do, we'll show them who the true monsters are.